[When ponies don't answer doors, there are always windows. Donna's persistent once she has a notion in her head. Harvey's going to have to run her off with a chainsaw.]

You think I'm doing it just for you? [Donna gives him an unimpressed look, carefully calculated to seem dismissive. Of course it's just for him, but he's being a whiny thing right now.] I wanted pie. You're just an excuse. Hope you like peach, and if you don't, shove a piece down, anyway. I took an hour to make it. [And in she trots without invitation, brushing past Harvey and taking a look around his house, aiming for the kitchen.]